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BEING JOEL MILLER'S WIFE 🍓 - HEADCANONS
No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
A/N: I wanna quit my job and be his stay home housewife so bad 😭
You didn't actually have a honeymoon because the money isn't abundant but you definitely took a weekend away to stay in a nice lake house or go to a water park in summer because why not before Joel had to go back to work
But just because you didn't have a fancy honeymoon trip it doesn't mean you didn't spend the whole day all over each other, exploring each other's bodies and barely putting any clothes, I mean, what's the point if you are gonna take them off anyway
He took his guitar and he played to you as you watched the sunset together, he played and hummed beautifully and overcame his natural shyness so he would sing some love songs to you
You wear your wedding and your engagement ring, and Joel wears his too, not only that, he wears it proudly to show he is taken
After your time off, you had to adapt to your new routine, but now Joel leaves home a little later than he usually did, because now he had a sweet wife to have breakfast with ❤️
You have morning lazy sex most mornings, you always wake up with Joel's boner poking your back and you don't resist his sleeping puppy look with the messy hair, sweet smile and strong arms that pull you closer to his warm body
Breakfast depends on who gets up first, sometimes it's Joel, sometimes it's you. He doesn't mind cooking you breakfast but he prefers when you do it because your food is way better than his
You love packing Joel his lunch, sometimes when there's leftovers you pack him a full meal in his lunch box, otherwise you make him a real good sandwich and some other treats
The guys who work for him low-key make fun of the fact the serious and kinda grumpy Joel Miller carries a lunch box made by his wife
And Joel doesn't give a shit about those fuckers because he has a loving wife who takes care of him
If you don't work or you work from home, you make sure to leave the house always tidy and organized for your man
If you work out, he makes sure to split the chores with you on the weekend, but since your shift is a lot shorter than his, you manage to do the cleaning mostly by yourself so weekends are for relaxing or going out
You also make sure to bake him several treats: cakes, pies, cupcakes, muffins, homemade bread, cookies or desserts like pudding or different recipes
Dinner every night for your husband, especially when he gets home a little earlier than usual and he decides to help you, because that leads to sweet moments and even maybe some dancing in the kitchen
Usually weekends are reserved for takeout or he actually takes you out for lunch or dinner, because he wants his wife to relax and enjoy the weekend with him
Joel's a gentleman and he doesn't want you to worry about sharing the bills at home, he sees himself as the one who needs to provide to you, so he insists you keep your money to yourself
And you do so by buying yourself things so you can be pretty for him
But you also buy him a lot of things, you like spoiling things with new shirts, new jeans, new shoes and whenever you see something you think Sarah will like, you buy it for her too
So when she comes home from her college break, there's usually a pile of presents waiting for her on her bed
Joel works really hard and when you two were dating, he often arrived really late because of work, but after you got married, he decided to reduce his working schedule a little because he wants to be there for you
But still, his work is HARD, so he often gets home exhausted and starving and you gladly serve him dinner
He often invites you to shower with him after work, which you do it eagerly. Sometimes it leads to some slow, sexy shower sex, and sometimes you just wash his hair and down his back
When he's sore from working so much, it's also common for you to massage him. You get some lotion and apply on his sore back and you enjoy his grunts and pleasure moans as you help him relief the tension and it might lead to a happy ending with a handjob or not, it depends on the mood
Or you just cuddle on the couch after dinner, Joel is a gentleman and insists on doing the dishes for you or at least help you with it
You either rest against his side or he rests his head on your lap
Run your fingers through his hair and you can swear that man purrs at the relaxation, it never fails him to sleep
When Tommy finally leaves the house for good, Joel and you start making plans on what to do with that spare room. If you're into art he is willing to turn it into an atelier for you; if you love reading, he already got the tools and the wood to build you a big shelf for your own library at home
Or one night he just suggests it would could be home office so it gets easier to remodel it once the baby comes
"What baby Joel?" You frown softly and he cleared his throat "well, you know, I thought we would… or maybe just in case…"
You hadn't discussed that before marriage and perhaps now you see maybe you should have, but you just assumed he wouldn't want more kids after he spent the last decades of his life raising his daughter by himself
And to be honest, not even Joel himself is sure if he wants kids or not, but he does love to picture you with a baby bump, carrying his baby, just as much as he loves watching you interact with little kids
You two decide to sit down and talk things through, and you come to the conclusion that if it happens, it happens, but it's not a necessity or a deal breaker in your relationship
Because you love your husband Joel, and he loves you too ❤️
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A/N: idk I wanna marry him so bad 😭
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Vox HCs entry #2
Warnings/CW: discussion of toxic masculinity, SFW
A/N: just various thoughts I've had about this man.
- He is a musical theatre/drama fan
He gives me this energy so much due to how dramatic he is in general. His first instinct when Alastor comes back is to instantly make a callout on live TV in the form of song. 💀
I feel like he listens to musicals in 'secret' - but it's not actually nearly as much as a secret as he thinks it is. I feel like in general he gets very loud when he's passionate or excited about something.
I just have a mental image of him thinking nobody in Vee tower can hear him while he absolutely yells the lyrics of a song with headphones on at full volume while dancing out the choreography to the song.
He'd deny everything about it if you brought this up however. He grew up in the 50's and due to that I feel as if he would be very insecure about it. I'll elaborate more on that in the next point.
- Still has a fair few beliefs to deconstruct
He is from around the 50's time period, and due to that I feel like he would have a lot of internalised toxic masculinity.
He is on and off with Val who's obviously GNC, so I think he doesn't gaf too much about others and what they wear and do anymore
But I think he has a lot of shit he directs towards himself still.
Elaborating on the liking theatre thing and denying it: I think he would stubbornly deny it because he thinks it's 'too feminine' for himself to be interested in and that he thinks it makes him 'less of a man' and shit kinda like that.
I also think because of this he also has horrendous perspectives on showing emotion.
It is already canon that he hides behind a mask at all times, but I feel like even if he 100% trusts someone to be genuine around them he still wouldn't let himself do so due to thinking he's 'less man' if he does things like cry or directly seek any kind of support - especially emotional - outside of his usual compliment fishing behaviours.
I don't think his perspectives usually pertain to others as he's had a lot of exposure to different more up-to-date / nonconforming people with Val and Vel - but I do definitely feel like he has hella internalised bullshit.
Dating him in this aspect would be hard because you would need to be there reassuring him that it's okay to do things which society deems as 'feminine' - especially with what 1950's society deemed as being normal and abnormal for men.
He needs reassurance so bad about it.
I can see him as trying to keep up his mask of not needing any kind of help from you even when it's obvious he's cracking under whatever (pressure, overwhelm, stress, etc. Etc.)
- This man can't dress himself well for shit
(Mostly based upon past Voxtagram posts)
This man's closet outside of his usual outfits is largely button-up/polo shirts and cargo shorts with the most horrifically ugly patterns you've ever seen in your life.
The only reason his outfits look good ever is because of Vel forcing him to not dress like shit.
I can imagine him walking out of his room in a blue and red polo and black cargo shorts with a snapback on and Velvette and Valentino just looking at him in utter horror. 💀
I also like the idea of him having equally chaotic socks. Like you have the usual put together outfit he has on, but then he takes off his shoes, and they are eye shatteringly ugly with words printed on them.
It's ironic because if you date him he will be probably pissy about you dressing well going out together.
He's a hypocrite 🙏
- He doesn't like sweets
I can see him as not liking things that are sweet at all.
He absolutely takes his coffee black as well, it's the most bitterest gag-worthy flavour ever and you are terrified at how much he seems to like the taste.
The sweetest thing he does like in the way of drinks is diet coke.
I feel like he survives on energy drinks, but I don't think he enjoys them at all and just tolerates them.
He doesn't like desserts either. Maybe tiramisu but not frequently.
I can see him actually liking dark chocolate though. I feel like he likes bitter things.
He's totally an absolute cunt about it as well.
If he sees you having coffee with milk/creamer and sugar he's the type of person to go "ugh. I don't know how you can drink that." While fake gagging at you.
He's that mf
A/N I have multiple ideas for drabble/fics, but my brain decided to write this out for now.
If you like sweets a lot he would be annoying as fuck about it 100%
I'm a bit hesitant to post like full fics or drabbles as I don't want to in the moment be like 'yeah, this is great!' Then look at it the next morning and be tweaking out because it feels OOC or I could have worded things better. Perfectionism is a fucking nightmare 🗣/lh
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task force 141 member hc's
~how they show their love for you~
johnny 'soap' mactavish
constantly needs to be touching you
whether it be holding your hand or fully laying on top of you
whines and pouts when you're busy doing stuff around the house because he can't hold you in his arms
brings back small pebbles from every mission he goes on and puts them in a giant clear vase by your guys' front door
it's overflowing
you're going to need to buy a new vase soon
calls you the most random pet names and nicknames.
referred to you as 'my maple tree' once
he refused to elaborate
an amazing cook
he could probably put gordon ramsey to shame with some of his dishes
cooks you dinner nearly every night when he's home
loves to cook together with music playing in the background
many dance breaks that involve him spinning you around violently ensue
sometimes you have to sit down and recover so you don't hurl
fan of the classic 'holding you from behind while you cook' move
does it every chance he gets just to feel you melt into him
simon 'ghost' riley
this poor poor man
he loves you so much, he really does
but he's scared to love you so he has a hard time showing it
he wants nothing more than to cuddle with you on the couch, or swing your hands in between your bodies as you walk down the street together
it takes months and months for him to feel comfortable enough to just come up behind you in the bathroom and warm his arms around you
his face shoved itself into the crook of your neck and you let it happen, happiness flooding through your veins as he makes the first move for once
'im proud of you' you'd whisper, placing a kiss to the top of his head
the longer you're together the more he opens up
eventually he gets just as handsy as soap, if not more
he makes you tiny wooden figurines of your favorite animals when he's stationed somewhere and he's not working
after years of praising him, it becomes his favorite way to show how much he loves and cares for you.
will now praise you for every tiny thing you do
cooked a really good dessert?
"so proud of how good you did, love."
simply put his used dinner plate in the sink for him?
"I love you so much, beautiful."
it's safe to say you are never not flustered around him.
even after years of being together
kyle 'gaz' garrick
major gift giver
spoils you any chance he gets
will frequently take you out to malls and let you buy practically anything you desire
loves watching the fashion shows you have in dressing rooms
picks out clothes he think would be cute on you
takes you on many fancy dinner dates
half of your closet is full of nice dresses for such occasions
loves having you sit on his lap so he can run his hands along your warm skin
hates pda (other than light kisses and hand holding ofc)
loves to take off your jewelry and shoes off after a long day
runs baths for you both
it's his favorite way to unwind for the the day
washing your hair and seeing your relaxed face is his favorite part
playfully bullies and insults you
all day
every. day.
he's relentless
but you love him so you put up with it <3
John Price
gives you practically every shirt he owns
loves watching how the fabric swallows you
major thigh man
obsessed with your thighs
his hands are never not touching them
his favorite way to sit on the couch is laying in between your legs with his head between your thighs
especially during football (⚽️)
he says it 'helps him concentrate'
loves to braid your hair
his mom taught him when he was young and he now does it for you every night before bed
a very domestic man
he always puts you first, no matter what
buys you your favorite large dog breed so there's something to protect you when he's working
buys an iphone so he can facetime you when not home
has no idea how it works
accidentally plays your driving playlist at full blast
doesn't know how to make it stop
"gaz how the bloody hell do i turn this thing off?"
cuddles with this man are immaculate
you're the only person who is allowed to raid his cigar box
thinks you looks adorable puffing on it, pretending your him
can't help but shower you in kisses anytime he sees you with one hanging from the side of your mouth
#xreader#fanfiction#simon ghost riley x reader#soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick x reader#john price x reader#call of duty mw2#x reader#fanfic#headcanon
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staying in
an: yahoo! it's my first piece for my cuffing szn event! im currently under three blankets AND it snowed today so i felt inspired to write
pairings: husband!nanami x fem!reader
warnings: stress mention, food/eating mention, alcohol mention, nanami is a really good husband, pet names (love, darling, sweetheart) fluff, lowercase intentional
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every friday night, nanami takes you out on a date. some nights are small; dinner, dessert, and home right after. some are bigger; cooking classes, pottery classes, plays, dinner parties, or even catching a drink at one of the fancier bars. since it's friday once again, he spends the last hour of work deciding where to take you.
he doesn't want to give in, but a large part of him doesn't want to go out at all.
today has been freezing. the wind's been blowing non-stop, and it even tried to snow during lunch. of course, the students loved the few flakes that fell, but nanami was not as excited. snow meant dangerous roads, traffic, power outages, and that deep chill that sets into your bones.
to distract from the low temperatures, nanami scrolls on his computer, looking up different restaurants, shows, and events going on. the two of you have been busy for a while; the last two weeks of dates were spent with take out and heading to bed early. he doesn't want the same thing to happen this week.
as soon as the clock hits five, nanami walks out of jujutsu high as fast as he can. he has it all figured out; he will take you to the new restaurant that just opened up, then afterwards stop at the bar on the way home for some cocktails, and before the night is over; stop for whatever dessert you'd like.
but, with every passing minute driving home, nanami is fighting the urge to throw all of those plans out the window. it's beginning to snow again; the closer he gets to your shared home, the more the flakes begin to stick. by the time he pulls into the driveway, the roof has a light dusting of snow stuck to it.
the scowl on his face grows with each footprint he leaves behind, the crunch of his shoe against the snow tempts him to stay in. but, he won't give in that easily.
"i'm home," he announces, voice dripping with irritation as he shakes off his coat. he puts it away, along with his shoes, before walking into the kitchen. his sour mood sweetens almost immediately when he sees you, pouring yourself a cup of tea.
"hey ken, how was your day? are you loving the snow?" you grin, the last part thick with sarcasm. he rolls his eyes and you snort.
"no, not particularly. the kids enjoyed it, though," he mumbles, loosening the tie from his neck. "it's friday night."
you blink at him from the rim of your mug. 'it is indeed. what are your thoughts?"
he walks over to you, wraps his arms around you and dips you, earning him a laugh and a smile as the two of you dance.
"well, i was thinking about that new restaurant that opened last week, maybe some drinks, some dessert," he lists, dipping you further and further with each word until you're squealing. he pulls you up once more, brushing the hair out of your face. "what do you think?"
you smile and nod, but he can tell you aren't too thrilled.
"what? did you have something else in mind?"
you wince. "don't hate me, but i kinda want to stay-"
"in? me too," he sighs. "but i haven't taken you out in weeks, love."
"ken, i don't mind. let's stay in, yeah? besides," you glance out the kitchen window and smile. "everything is covered in snow." nanami groans, and doesn't need any convincing after that.
"i'm going to change, then. i'll be right back," he shuffles towards your bedroom. you can't help but smile. this week was shit, it's freezing and you would much prefer staying in than having to get dressed up. nanami works so hard, and you could tell this week was wearing on him too. you knew he was tired and wanted to rest, especially after he had a surprise mission to attend to earlier in the week.
"so," nanami's voice cuts off your thoughts. you turn to see him in what you would say is his best look: sweatpants, sweatshirt, and his round "at home" glasses, as he likes to call them. you love when he looks like this because you know that it means he is ready to spend the evening at home, with you.
"so," you mimic. he smiles.
"what would you like for dinner? we could order take out, but i don't want to make anyone drive in this weather more than they need to."
you hum and walk towards your pantry while nanami looks through the fridge. "we have pasta? but we don't have any sauce,"
"we have a bottle of wine in here, do you remember where it's from?"
you peek your head out of the pantry. "wine for dinner?" he rolls his eyes.
"okay, so no wine for you," you stick your tongue out at him and return to your search.
"it was from gojo, by the way," a small ahh comes from behind the refrigerator doors. "finding anything good, ken?"
"well we do have the ingredients for sauce. i can make it, if you would like."
"i would love that. you are the best cook in the relationship."
nanami chuckles as he grabs ingredients for the sauce, placing a kiss on your lips after he has what he needs. you watch as he goes around the kitchen, grabbing the tools needed for the job.
"darling, would you mind turning on some music? maybe even the fireplace?"
"not at all. any requests?"
he lights the the stove and turns to look at you over his shoulder.
"surprise me."
you feel very special, because your sweet husband just so happens to be very particular about his music. the vintage record player that sits in the living room is rarely touched by you, save for a few special moments like this. the vinyl sits in their cases, organized by genre of course, making it easy. you drop the needle in the groove of a slow jazz record, and nanami nods from his place in front of the stove. before joining him you flick on the fireplace and then walk back to his side.
"i have another job for you," he says, focused as he measures out another ingredient. you sigh at the smell, the sauce already looking better than anything you would've ordered tonight. "what's that?"
he stop stirring momentarily to pick you up and set you on the counter next to him. "well i need a taste tester, of course."
it's your turn to place a kiss on his lips, this one lingering for a bit longer than the last. he's made this sauce a hundred times, so you know he's just using this as an excuse to have you close by.
your hungry stomach is grateful that nanami works so fast, finishing up dinner quickly and plating it for you two at the table. he pulls your chair out for you, even pushing you in before grabbing the wine out of the fridge. before he sits down he pours your glass, then his own.
"thank you, ken. this is better than anything we could have eaten tonight."
he kisses your head before taking a seat. "we'll see about that. you haven't even tasted it yet."
the next few hours is full of laughter, mostly from you, as the two of you swap stories from the week. nanami's tales of the students have your stomach hurting just a touch, wishing you had seen things for yourself. after dinner the two of you clean up together before sitting down on the couch, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace.
"what would you like to do tonight, sweetheart?"
you nuzzle into his chest, curled up in a blanket at his side. "whatever you want to do."
he chuckles. "unfortunately i need to catch up on some new information the higher-ups sent out this week that i haven't looked at yet. you want to do that?"
"nope, i'm good," you tease. "i think i'll read while you do that. is that okay?"
he kisses your cheek before grabbing his computer. "i would love that."
you don't mean to, but the soft jazz that continues to play, mixed with the warmth of the fireplace lulls you into a light sleep. nanami realizes you've fallen asleep when he feels you lean into his side. his heart swells, looking at your beautiful face, peaceful and coated in a golden glow from the fire. he tries to be as quiet as possible while reading through, not wanting to disturb you after the week you've had.
"ken?"
"i'm sorry, love. did i wake you?"
"no," you voice is groggy. nanami finds it adorable. he shuts his laptop and pulls you close, smiling to himself at your sleepy sigh.
"ken?"
"yes?"
"i want something sweet,"
he fully laughs at that, shaking his head. you can't hide the smile playing at your lips either.
"are you really my wife if you don't want something sweet, shortly after eating?"
you sit up and gasp dramatically. "shortly? it's been," you glance at the clock. "two hours after we ate dinner! come on ken, i know you wouldn't say no to cookies."
"you're absolutely right, i wouldn't," he agrees.
"well," you say, standing up with a stretch. "i can make some cookies for us. it's only fair. maybe i'll make some for our neighbor while i'm at it," you slowly shuffle into the kitchen, grabbing ingredients of your own and turning the oven on.
while you work, nanami leans back on the couch and begins to drift into a sleep of his own.
"ken, come here!" he groans in question, and you laugh.
"i need a taste tester, don't i?"
"oh, obviously," he sits up immediately, coming right by your side with a happy grin on his face. you give him a kiss on the cheek before scooping him some dough. he eats it quickly, sighing the second it touches his tastebuds.
"i'm so glad we stayed in. best idea you've ever had," he says, words slurred lightly as he cleans off the spoon you gave him. you look out the window once more, eyes widening at the amount of snow that blankets everything outside. when you turn back and see your husband, sitting on top of the counter just like you were hours earlier, peace melts through your body.
you're glad the two of you decided to stay in, too.
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Will Smith x MC Isabella
This is just the intro to something beautiful and amazing.
Bell met Will through Gabe. She never noticed him before, and neither did he to her. She was just Isabella to everyone else, but only the most important people to her got to call her Bell. Gabe has known her and her family since they were little. She and her family moved to America when she was six, and Gabe was the only guy willing to talk to the new kid. He stuck up for her when kids would make fun of her accent or the traditional Filipino food her mom would make for her. The platonic fondness was mutual and her family was happy that she made a friend that accepted her for who she was.
Now Gabe had tried to get Bell to attend a BC game since they arrive there. He pushed her to apply so they could go to the same school (didn't take much convincing when he told her they had a good dance program and there was a little cafe near the school she could work at) and since he got the schedule for the mens hockey team he's been pushing for her to go.
"Come on Bells you've never seen me play before" Perreault would whine.
"I literally watched you play in high school" she quipped putting on her ballet shoes.
"That was high school hockey. This is COLLEGE hockey. Two different things" he said pointedly.
His whining got the best of her, and here she sits in Conte Forum, waiting for the game to start with her BC attire on. Since she started working at the cafe a few blocks from the school, she made a deal with Gabe to bring him a scone for the good seats. Of course, he obliged.
They were still practicing when she first arrived and she waited by the locker room with two warm strawberry scones waiting for him.
"HEY ISABELLA!" yelled Gabe from the other end of the hallway. He was accompanied by two other tall guys, his teammates when he saw her. He knew to call her Isabella when other people were present.
"Keep your voice down! I brought the stuff, now where are my tickets?" She asked scoping the surrounding area.
"What is this, an illegal drop-off?" asked one of the guys. The other just stood quietly, staring at Bell. Not in a creep way but a longing sort of way. His gaze then focused on the scones in her hand.
"Nah, she brings me food from that cafe near the forum. Genuine I think it's called."
I hand the scones over to Gabe and just stare awkwardly as he takes a bite and makes that satisfied sigh he always does when he eats one. The other two boys eye him, annoyed, as they want some too.
"Nope, these are mine," he couldn't get the words out before all three start fighting over the two scones.
"ALEX GIVE ME MY DAMN SCONES!"
"LEARN TO SHARE YOU PIG!"
In the end, Gabe got one and 'Alex' got the other, leaving the blonde boy looking sad. "I'll bring you one tomorrow. None for those two." she says pointing at the two boys stuffing their face.
Leaning close, she whispers, "I'll sneak you some if you want so that you don't have to fight over one."
He stiffened up when Bell got closer to him. She noticed this and was glad that he didn't move away. She also saw a red tint on the tips of his earlobes. "You don't have to do that" he muttered.
"Please. I owe it to you since I'm friends with those dummies too. I don't even know your name either. I maybe can get you a discount in the cafe."
"His names Will. Will Smith. Nowhere near as cool as the actor though" muttered Alex with a mouth full of scone.
"Well, Will, good luck at your practice, and I promise next time I see you, you will have any dessert or drink from the store. Scouts honor," says Bell, making a cross over her heart.
When she turned to walk out she didn't know the conversation that these three boys would have later in the locker room to suit up for practice.
"Hey, Isabella, your friend," said Will to Gabe sitting to his left, "the cafe, do you know her usual hours?"
"She's part time on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Times vary around her classes and dance practice-."
"When are her dance practices?"
Gabe starts to catch on to his friends questions and can't help the wolfish smile growing on his face. "You like her don't you?"
"No, she just seems cool and I want to get to know her better."
"Sure, man, sure. Just ask her next time you see her," says Gabe before walking out of the locker room to head to the ice. Will couldn't stop thinking about Bell and what he could've said to her. He could've asked her about her schedule or even her socials. Gabe's gonna be too much of an ass to tell him, so he'll have to muster up the courage next time. For now, he'll have to think about her smelling of coffee grounds and caramel and hope he doesn't bust his ass on the ice.
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A≒A'≠A - A’ English Translation
Trigger warnings: Death and suicidal ideations
UM. so i finished this quicker than i thought i would. THERES A LOT OF STUFF HAPPENING IN THIS TRACK… i did translate/format half of this on my phone so sorry if its a bit wonky 😭 when i first listened to this i remember being kind of like “?????” lol… also i.. have not proofread this so sorry for any mistakes. anyways, translation under the cut!
Hello? Honey? It’s Etan~
Actually today I have a feeling that I can get home early today, so maybe we can see each other soon~...
Eh?! For real? Then let’s just meet up somewhere… by the way, where are you right now?
Oh, oh, then that would be closer to Tokyo Station.
I’ll be there in forty secon… no that might be impossible, but I’ll be finished with work in five minutes so wait for me somewhere, or you can just go ahead and meet me at my place, that might be a bit more convenient!
Alright! If you get there before me, feel free to make yourself comfortable! Then I’ll see you later, mwah!
It’s been a while since I’ve been this tired… Yo, yo! My Honey’s shoes are already here!
Honey~! Are you alright? Did you bump into anything? I’m home, I’m home, I’m home!
This situation where I come home and my honey’s right in front of me… Isn’t this a bit too good? It’s so priceless that my heart won’t stop racing! Hug~!
Hah… this is nice… coming home from work and being recharged with my Honey!
All my worries and stresses from today are replaced by happiness that I feel like I could redo this entire day and feel fine~
Huh? Of course, I’m fine! I seriously hurried over here after those five minutes, you know!
Could it be… Did my Honey make me something or do something for me?!
Are you serious? That’s seriously the best! By the way, what did you get for me? What are you going to make for me?!
This is so good~ Anything you make is good! Like, seriously, somehow everything tastes like my Honey!
It’s okay! There’s nothing to worry about! This handmade hamburger steak is a given, and once this frozen potato side dish was warmed up it’s Honey-flavored, right? Mmm so good…!
Thank you for the meal~ Thanks to your nice surprise I’m in such a good mood! I’m so satisfied that I’m filled with so much inspiration for ideas for a new song!
Right, right! Well, even once the release relay starts, we NSFW are the exciting last performers, so we’ll start putting in some serious effort soon~
Well, yeah, kind of. When it comes to the performance we haven’t thought of anything yet. The other members are still out and playing around. Even so, I think we still have to produce a happy song that breaks our boundaries, so the people who listen to it will be so happy that they want to start dancing!
That’s right, as the ambassador of this name I want to keep working hard.
Well that was the plan, since my happiness has reached its limit. But you see… Mm… There are some things I need to start cleaning up… before I properly become an adult…
Well before that, Honey over here! Come over here!
No, no! That can wait until later, It’ll become a hassle!
When it comes to cleaning up, I’ll properly do it all later, so…!
I caught you~ so from here on out its the start of my dessert time~
This is…! Hyper delicious sweets! Not even a ten star rating will cut it! Just one bite won’t do, so I’ll just have to take my time with having a taste~
I’m so refreshed! Then Honey, you were alright with… Yo yo?! What is this! Isn’t this a sight! My honey, wearing my shirt and sweatpants! Oh… this is too attractive…
Oh okay, okay, help yourself to any drinks! And why are you watching the news? That’s a bit bland!
I see, I understand the sentiment. Background noise just to keep your nerves at bay is always good. Especially if you’re alone.
Yeah, you’re right. Except I’m not sure what’s been changed specifically. The drinking and smoking age has been the same. Passports… you can get after ten years, right? Damn! I don’t know if it’s because of this country or not, but if someone goes out on a whim and decides to become an adult then that’s a bit of a problem~ Even with me, there’s a lot of stuff I need to do.
Hey, honey? You call me A, right? Ever since we started dating.
Yeah, true, but… For one, you don’t call me by my real name so it’s fine and I like you calling me A but…
I am A but this- If I said I was a fake A, what would you do?
Did I scare you? I guess we are similar~
I’m actually a twin. The one on the right is me and the one on the left is my older brother. The real A, without the dash.
The one that started the band and went by A, that wasn’t me. That was my brother. But…
He died.
A bit before we turned fifteen, he was crossing the street and a truck came… He… He… I’m fine. I’m fine now. I’m sure you can guess what happened. What I couldn’t say all this time, was this. Whenever I think about what happened, I can’t stop from panicking, so I've made sure to try not to think about it. My parents and doctors have all said to hurry up and forget about it, but not just the incident. They want me to try to forget about him as well. But, I can’t help myself. Especially recently. I have to keep him in my memory, or he’ll be scared right? I keep aging, but he’s alone, in the body of a kid. To think that he’ll be forgotten by everyone…
It’s kind of too late for this, but can you listen to me? About the real A that you don’t know.
I’ll make sure that I’ll remember properly, so if it’s you, it’ll be okay.
Yeah. Of course I know. No matter how stupid I am, I know you’ll wait for me. Up until now you’ve done that already. I won’t push myself. So first I want to talk about some of the easier stuff.
To outsiders, we were both little troublemakers. But, on the inside we were actually good! Basically, we would come up with ideas and run around messing with the adults! Well we were identical, right? So we would switch classrooms and see how long it would take for them to notice! Right?! But if no one notices, it takes the fun out of it, so in the end we would just tell them ourselves, especially him. I would say to him, “We were doing so well, so why did you tell them?!” and we would get into arguments, but, when we came up with our next prank, we would just make up without a word.
We went into middle school, and he suddenly said he wanted to join the light music club. I liked music too, but I never thought of doing it myself, so I was a bit surprised. I guess it was then… the crowds of people we hung out with changed bit by bit, but we still got along well, it was what it was. When he started being the singer for the band he was in with his buddies, it felt like he kept getting sucked in by the music. He was all like, “A musical star being born doesn’t sound that bad!” and I started watching his practice sessions with my friends. When we were third years, they had a farewell stage at the cultural festival, and of course he was super excited, but he got sick out of nowhere! I would say he got too excited and he got sick. Catching pneumonia and going to the hospital, coughing everywhere, he kept saying “I let down my bandmates and underclassmen,” I felt bad for him so I said, “Well, do you want me to stand in for you just this once? We look the same and we sound the same, so if I copy your singing we can just trick them like that!” Just like we did in the past.
Yeah. I sang in his place. I thought I did perfectly… Well yeah, in the end we were figured out. Well, I guess we revealed it, he did, that is. I’m not sure. That’s what I wanted to ask. Then, that day, I met with him on the way back from class, and… From that time, I really can’t remember much. No matter how hard I try, I can’t recall anything. When I came to, I was in the hospital. No, I wasn’t injured, but…
Yeah. That’s why I don’t like hospitals, even now. I blacked out without even realizing, and when I woke up, I was told that he had passed, and I couldn’t even attend his funeral. I was the one that invited him, and if I didn’t do that, then the incident wouldn’t have happened…
No, I’m fine! If I’m able to tell you this much, I can keep going. I want to tell you everything.
It was from there, where I started thinking, “I want to hurry up and die.” That was all I could even think. Even after getting discharged from the hospital, I was a mess, and I felt like even eating was meaningless. Then, I just started messing around here and there, and was surrounded by weird people. Yeah, the weirdest people I’ve met up until now, those are the current band members. That’s kind of the punchline here. Well, I’m not sure why, but they told me they wanted me to sing for them, but once I thought about it, I thought that it wouldn’t be that bad. And I could stand in his place… because the one who really wanted to sing was him, but he can’t anymore, so there’s only one thing that I can really do. But, I didn’t want to steal his spotlight, so I put ‘ at the end of my name. I’m A, but I’m also not. An imposter that is identical to A, A’. Well that’s obvious, isn’t it? We were seriously inseparable, where one of us was, the other was there also, and we would always go to each other for advice. If we were together, I thought we could do anything. No matter how old we get, nothing would change, is what I thought but… but then why… If that’s the case I should’ve died instead… I wonder, I don’t even know what really happened. I don’t even remember. Before the accident, we were just chatting, and according to the police, it turned out the truck had ran a red light, but… Even then, I blamed myself, that I was in the wrong… No way. There’s no way. If he was here right now, he would never blame me. That’s the kind of person he is. If… I was really in the wrong, he would probably just laugh and say, “Seriously, what are you doing? Rather than that…!” Huh? No… it’s nothing. Yeah. No matter how many people say we’re so similar, I can only think that he was more mature than me. We’re twins, but I can only think that he’s my older brother.
Maybe… Well, there’s not much I can do! He’s not here anymore, and I need to make something of myself. To make something of myself… that’s…
I know. Becoming A’… it wasn’t a mistake. I met you out of it too. Right now everyone’s waiting for me. The A with a ‘’s songs. From starting as an imposter…I couldn’t do it without reason.That’s why I said at the start, that it’s okay. I wonder if he’ll forgive me too, if I keep using the name A’ and continue making songs. Me? Yeah… I think he’d say “Go for it, as long as you’re having fun.” Well of course you’d get along with him! If you can get along with me, then you could with him. I guess it was all in my head… If I think about the type of person he is… then I have a feeling it was.
Haah… Yes!! One song finished~! No matter how I think about it, this is good! Now that’s said and done, the second song… I can leap this hurdle easily. I guess regaining motivation does help…
Why isn’t there a towel hanging here?!
Sorry, I guess I can’t reach you yet. I guess you knew that already though. But I hope you’re waiting excitedly for all the stories I’m going to tell you. I’ll have fun for the both of us. Even singing, and this dazzling world of adulthood.
#dear vocalist#dear vocalist translation#dearvo#dear vocalist unlimited#a’#edasshu#えーダッシュ#ディアヴォーカリスト#ディアヴォ#dearvo translation#rejet#rejet translation
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instead of tr 257, think of these kakucho headcanons instead
What’s it like having Kakucho as your partner? Gender-neutral HCs
Kakucho, #1 Best Boyrfriend, who according to Ken Wakui, would do anything for his lover.
➼ Oh, were you two caught out in the rain? Kaku would hold the umbrella, even letting himself get wet as long as you remain completely dry. (But if you put down the umbrella and walk in the rain with him, he’d love that too. Why not, right?) If there’s a flood, he’ll carry you just so your shoes won’t get soaked. Is it freezing cold outside, and whatever you’re wearing isn’t enough to keep you warm? You can have his coat. He’s so selfless—too selfless even, that you can expect the last slice of pizza, the fatter pillow, the bigger half of the sandwich to always be yours.
➼ At first, he’s reserved when it comes to physical affection. Kaku was shy and hesitant, so hand-holding and side hugs are all you’ll get at the beginning of your relationship. If you’re the touchy type, you’d have to be the one to initiate it so he can gauge the level of physical intimacy you’re comfortable with. He’ll match your energy soon enough.
➼ Once he’s more used to being touchy, he’d like to have you on his lap most of the time. One thing you like to do together is reading–with you on his lap, him reading over your shoulder. During movie nights, you also sit together like that. He likes having you in his arms. Also, stop! You’re making the other Tenjiku boys wish they had a partner!
➼ Writes long letters that your friends swoon over. He gives them to you on your birthdays among other important events, usually with a gift. On New Year’s, there’s a letter telling you that he looks forward to another year with you. On your graduation day, there’s a letter telling you how proud he is of you and how far you’ve come. You should probably keep all of them safe in a box.
➼ If you’re inattentive to your surroundings like me, don’t worry! He watches out for you. Let’s say you’re walking down the street and you get so lost looking at something that you don’t notice the huge sign or post you’re heading toward. Kaku will quickly move your head out of its way and remind you to watch where you’re going. If you’re on a date and you forget some of your belongings, he’ll grab them and even hold them for you, but not without teasing you for being so forgetful.
➼ Very observant. Notices everything, from the smallest of details to the biggest. Did you wear a different pair of earrings today? He’ll notice. You’ve done something a bit different with your makeup or hair? He’ll notice. Does your smile not quite reach your eyes? He’ll ask if you’re okay.
➼ The type to leave notes around for you to find. Imagine a future where you’re married. He’ll cook your lunch and leave an “Enjoy your day :)” note on the bento box or, “Off to a meeting. [Your favorite dish] is on the table. I won’t be out too late ♥” on the fridge if he has a busy day ahead. If you’re feeling down, you might just find a box containing your favorite dessert with a “Cheer up!” note included.
➼ On dates, you can either choose to eat at a restaurant, OR you could go grocery shopping, stay in and cook together, then eat what you made right after. Whether you’re an experienced cook or not, Kakucho loves to cook with you either way. It’s a way for the two of you to bond. If you kinda suck, he’ll be very patient with you. You really have to be especially horrible to even annoy him a little bit.
➼ He wouldn’t initiate it, but if you ask him to slow dance with you in the living room to a song on the radio, he would not refuse. He kisses your hand before swaying you around to the music and everything. Kaku treasures peaceful, romantic moments like that.
➼ If you have to go home late, he wants you to let him know so he could walk home. He stays until you’re inside the house. Invite him in. Sometimes, Izana third-wheels. If he ever gets caught up with something, he might ask one of the other S62 boys to walk you home–usually Mucho or Mochi.
➼ Are you doubting yourself and your work? He’ll be your #1 motivator and supporter. He’ll push you to just apply for that organization, or submit that draft, or post that artwork–whatever you do, he’ll hype you up. Show him what you love to do.
➼ Did you tell a joke and nobody laughed? Kaku will laugh. Something I can also see happening is that you tell a joke that nobody but him hears, and he thinks it’s so hilarious that he has to share it with everybody so he ends up getting the credit for it while he’s just there trying to tell everyone that you came up with it, but people have already stopped listening.
➼ Kaku’s looks attract attention, and not just because of the scar. When Kaku gets approached and/or flirted with, he'll laugh awkwardly and look around for you. He's not quite sure how to deal with the attention so he just stands there like a lost child. When you come to him, he’s just there looking at you with eyes silently pleading “Help Me!”. Please, claim your man!
➼ Stare too much, or compliment him too much and you’ll fluster him. This boy doesn’t know his beauty nor his greatness, I swear. It makes him smile though so you’ll keep doing it anyway. Sometimes, he may think that you deserve better than a scarred delinquent like him. Please reassure him, he needs it from time to time.
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Can I get some soft ghost boy HC’s 🥺🥺🥺 ILYSM! 💜💜💜💜
SOFT GHOST HEADCANNONS!
Ghost is reluctant at first.
You literally had to the make the first several moves.
He’s not really a people person unless he trusts you
After about a month of getting to know one another he finally asks you on a date
Which is him inviting you over to his place and cooking a meal for you
He got you your favorite wine which he had to got to several different shops to find
After about 6 months in he told you his life story and he held you as you cried
He absolutely adores your pet
He loves to hear you sing whether it’s in the shower or when you think he’s in the living room and your cooking
He loves helping you bake
His favorite thing to help you bake are your famous chocolate chip oatmeal cookies
Given he loves you with all his heart and you do things that get in his last nerve
He’s vocal about what pisses him off
Like when your pet leaves fur all over his work clothes
Or when you take a long shower and leave him barely any to no hot water
He hates when people constantly flirt with you
One day he visited you at work and saw someone flirting with you and he felt his skin start to go warm he heard you tell the person multiple times that you had a significant other
You surprised him for his birthday by making him dinner and his favorite dessert which you stuck a candle in and had him blow out
He knew in that moment he was gonna marry you
He took you on a ride to your favorite spot to propose
He might be a hard ass but will always have the biggest soft spot for you
He keeps his favorite picture of you smiling in his gray fleece jacket on him at all times
Always up before you and has a cup of coffee or tea ready when you wake up
On the rare occasion you’re up before him he will not let you leave the bed
Comforting him when he’s having a night terror due to his ptsd is a must
Just hold him while he’s goes through it
Slow dancing in the living room to “it’s been a long,long time” by Harry James and his orchestra after a couple drinks once he’s returned home from a long mission while you sing to just him sets his heart on fire
When you can’t sleep he’s telling you to put your shoes on and he’s taking you on a night drive.
Will say he hates it but loves helping you decorate the house for the holidays.
His heart will explode when you tell him you want kids with him
Also will shit his pants when you tell him you want kids with him
For the wonderful @youcallhimcaptainicallhimdaddy and @cottncrps I literally had a thousand heart palpitations writing this.
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reader getting home from work all tired and florence cooks for them 🥲
hi anon! I'm not sure how to feel about this one, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!<3
The door behind you closes with a soft click. Almost too soft. If you hadn't locked it behind you, you might have thought it was still open.
Normally, you would have closed the door a little louder, jokingly announced your arrival to let Flo know that you were home, but today had defeated you. Nothing extraordinary had happened, but you were just exhausted.
With your head pounding from an impending headache, you kicked off your shoes and shuffled deeper into your apartment to find Florence quietly dancing by herself, stirring something that smelled incredible on the stove. She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of you dropping your keys on the counter. She watched as you quietly walked over and wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your forehead on the back of her shoulder.
"Hi, my love. How was work?" You groaned dramatically in response. "That bad?"
"I don't really want to talk about work, baby. Can I help with anything?"
She nodded and gestured to the box of pasta with her chin. "Would you mind throwing those in? The water is boiling now".
You stopped hugging her long enough to grab the cardboard box and dump the pasta into the pot, watching as the boiling water foamed up until it adjusted to its new contents. Nestling yourself into the corner of the counter, you watched as Florence continued to sauté some freshly chopped vegetables in a purple pan. She poured a white can of tomatoes into the pan, releasing a deep, rich aroma into the kitchen. Your kitchen.
Such a warm space, the kitchen. Flo basically lived in the room, lovingly trying out new meals and desserts for the two of you to try. You giggled to yourself as you remembered one of the first meals she had tried to make.
"Something funny?" She smiled at you.
"Just remembering when you first started cooking. Nearly poisoned us. Now look at you, my own private chef".
"A private chef that won't be feeding you if you're going to be mean to her".
She put a lid on the sauce to let it continue to simmer until the pasta was ready. Turning towards you, she wrapped her arms around your neck and finally pressed a kiss to your lips.
"Was work really that bad, lovie?" She whispered against your lips.
"'M just tired is all," You replied, gently rubbing your nose against hers.
She kissed you again, this time with a bit more fervor. "Maybe after dinner we can make it up to you? Run you a nice bath, treat you the way you deserve. Hm, baby?" She went in for another kiss, teasingly biting down on your bottom lip and leaving you as you whimpered.
You could've melted. You nodded as you watched her turn off the stove and drain the pasta. She grabbed some bowls and began to dish up your meal. Florence guided you to the already set table, and placed the bowls right next to each other. As you sat down, she quickly grabbed your hand and squeezed it lovingly, using her non-dominant hand to begin eating with you. The kitchen truly was a magical space, but really it was all Flo.
#florence pugh#florence pugh x y/n#florence pugh x you#florence pugh x reader#florence pugh x plus size reader#writing#ask#anon
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Phone call
TW: emotional whump, emotional loss, assault
She was gorgeous. Her open smile, her laugh, her silky hair, her green eyes, her soft lips. She was funny, honest, intelligent. His life was better, when she was around.
They had kissed. It was their first real date, after dancing around each other for weeks and they had actually kissed.
He felt like a teenager again, butterflies and all. It was a real date, old school. He invited her to dinner, picked her, they shared a dessert, real sassy. He brought her home, walked her to the front door and cliché or not, they kissed for the first time.
He could embrace the world. He hadn't been this happy in ages. The tall man steered his truck towards home, happily smiling to himself. The streets were empty. Yes, it was a first date, but they weren't 15 anymore and there was no curfew at ten. So it was late.
The big wheels of his vehicle rolled over still warm asphalt from a sunny day in June and finally came to a stop in his driveway.
He was so happy, his feet practically hovered him inside. His house was dark. Maybe for the first time in so long, is wasn't a frightening darkness meant for hiding. It almost felt like the silence of the night was a place to linger and enjoy the warm summer night, because life was worth living.
He made his way inside, switched on the lights and reactived the alarm just after closing the front door. Tonight, this house wasn't disturbing him, the atmosphere wasn't able to eat him up as so often. Tonight he felt free.
He went for the fridge and got a beer. The positive wibe of his date let him still float on cloud numbre nine. The TV flickered on and he settle onto his comfy coach, shoes out and feet already up on the coffeetable. It was a rerun of last nights game. He already knew the scoure, but hadn't seen the game.
Nevertheless during the break after the first quarter he dozed off. At the end of the fourth quarter his phone shocked him awake. 'Who the hell would call at this hour and why hadn't he muted it?' Jumped through his head. A quick glance at the clock told him it was half past 2 am on a saturday night, or sunday morning for that matter.
Maybe she was already yarning for him. He definitely was for her. A slight smile hijacked his face.
But it wasn't his mobile on the coffeetable, that had violently charmed him out of his slumber, it was his landline. Still half asleep he made his way over.
The receiver had hardly reached his ear, when he barked into it. "Yeah?"
"Hello." The voice on the other side was speaking matter of factly, not waiting for a response. "Do you remembered the ice cream flavour, we talked about. It was recently delivered to your local 7/11. You should hurry or you'll miss it."
The line went dead. He had the receiver still in his left hand, standing by the counter dumbstruck. A few seconds passed without a movement and then his mind started racing, as his heart did. "Fuck!" Jumped out of his mouth. Panic flared up and his body jolted into action. The receiver went back on the cradle. He ran towards his bedroom, yanked open his closet and scattered clothers over the floor until he could reach a black travel bag on the upper shelf. It was already packed.
He crawled into said closet and pulled out a small safe hidden under junk and a handfull of shoes for every occasion. Hectically he punched in a six digit code. The electric beaping of every numbre and the safe unlockung finally predominated the pounding of his frantic heartbeat in his ears.
He grabbed for a Glock, a stage of bills and an ID. A magazine went into the gun. A pair of combat boots directly in front of him found their way onto his feet in lightning speed. The gun was holstered in the waistband and he put the money and ID into the pockets of his pants. An additional jacket was stuffed into his travelbag.
He shouldered the bag and got his mobile from the coffeetable. A last pityful look on its black display. He had finally been happy again. He had just fallen in love, but apparently this wasn't meant to be, as always. He would never see her gorgeous smile again. Never touch her soft skin again. Never kiss her again. 'Goddammit!' He opened the cover of the devise, pulled out the simcard and broke it in two. Everything ended up on the floor and he crushed it with his heavy boots. His expression had settled into an emotionless mask and he made for the backdoor, not bothering to switch off the TV.
After disarming the security system he approached his car from the dark backyard. The driverside door squeaked quietly and the buffers made a distinct sound, when he settle behind the steering wheel. The engine awoke.
'He had 2 years. 2 good years and he needed to fall in love just today. Or more, apparently they needed to find him exactly today, of all days. Witness protecting, my ass.' He thought. 'Somedays, he believed it would have been better, when they had just ended it then. So he hadn't had to live this life on the run. So he didn't need to be longing for a normal life, a family, children, a dog and a white picket fence.'
His fist hit the rim of the steering wheel. He took a deep breath to force his feelings down. 'Feelings only get you killed. Or they will get the one's you feel for killed.' His hand went for the shifter ball.
Suddenly cold steel touched the back of his neck. He froze, the hairs on his neck and arms suddenly standing formation, his hand still in midair, his heart apparently trying to jump out of his chest, while the air got caught inside his lungs.
"You missed me, Sonny?"
The handle went down on the side of his head with a dull sound and darkness took him.
My whumptember2023 masterlist
#Whumptember2023#Whumptember 2023 day 10#day 10: phone call#whump#writing#whump writing#they found me
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SPOILERS AHEAD!
First off, even though I was not at all sober enough to do so I read the first chapter IMMEDIATELY and then had to go to bed, then spend all of Monday thinking about how excited I was to re-read it and respond when I got the chance because this story has gripped me already.
Second, you had me from the get go. Delivering the heat from the jump, first chapter, just diving straight in??? I’m here. for. it.
Let’s get into it: the GAZING (I’m both uncomfortable and turned on by this, it’s a battlefield of emotions), the way he tries to trap us into cuddling afterwards, Joe waiting at the threshold for us like he can’t wait any longer, baiting us into practically attacking him, his little attempts at small talk (honestly, so cute), the prolonged kissing of bruises and fake injuries (!!!), the predictable within-our-comfort-zone sex that Joe knew we expected and needed while never pushing that boundary (we appreciate a man who knows not to pull stupid shit when all we’re looking for is a familiar and predictable good time), kissing as foreplay, GRINNING INTO THE KISS (the kind of soft moment I LIVE for)…
The looking at you after was one of those softer moments too. You were on your back and catching your breath as you stared up at the ceiling, and Joe was just sort of... staring at you. Slowly studying your face from the side, letting his eyes dance over your profile like he’d never seen it before.
Joe looked and looked and looked until you turned your head and he quickly looked away. Pretended he hadn’t been looking. Like peripheral vision wasn’t a thing.
“…Look at me like you mean it or keep your eyes closed.”
It earned a huff of laughter from Joe who now rolled over onto his side to watch without restriction. No hiding what he was doing.
…When you wanted soft touches and face-to-face sex where Joe forced eye-contact.
No.
Joe never forced anything.
But Joe would go, “hey,” real soft, would repeat it until you actually heard it, and it would make you look at him. Then he’d hold your gaze. Was very intense sometimes, especially if you were close and he held eye-contact right as he fucked you through it.
Your sister’s boyfriend had a birthday barbecue that you’d attend, and you needed to find a good cobbler to fix a shoe you’d broken in a mad dash for a tube replacement bus the other day but – no real plans.
Ok but when I read BBQ and cobbler in the same sentence, my American ass thought you meant cobbler like the dessert until I remembered that people who repair shoes are also called cobblers 😂 (so stupid). I also was very confused about the squash and water thing, literally imagining a slice of some sort of squash like butternut or spaghetti and wondering if this is a thing outside the States, and being so confused as to why anyone would put squash in their water unless they’re talking about watermelon or cucumber which I’m not even sure are part of the squash family?? Then I finally googled it and I’ve learned something new so thanks for that.
And finally… I’m not gonna lie, I melted a little when Joe set aside some leftovers especially for us, and then when he tried to ask us to hang out all awkward and hopeful and shit, then telling us to text him when we get home because if we don’t he’ll worry, making sure we come first (damn straight).
Like, this first chapter got me hook, line, and sinker and now I’m fiendish for mooorrrreee…
teaching americans about squash was not something i had on my bingo card for 2023 but, here we are!
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@shoshiwrites really just handed me 'single dad falls in love with his daughter's ballet teacher' and then didn't think I would do anything with it.
He wasn't really sure what you wore to the ballet.
It wasn't really a ballet, at least in the formal sense, just a technical rehearsal for the local company, but for six year olds there really wasn't a difference, so out came a collared shirt and a sweater, and a party dress for the six year old, and the sparkly mary-janes that Annie had bought because 'everyone ought to have a pair.'
Emily had been so happy when they'd learned they were having a daughter - bought the little pink shoes, and the hairbows, and the Angelina Ballerina book even though everyone had reminded her it would be a long time before the baby was old enough for books with sentences. It was a foregone conclusion that Olivia would be signed up for ballet classes when she was old enough - even if Emily wasn't there to bring her when the day finally came.
Your mom would be so much better at this, Dick thought to himself, realizing, with a pang, that Olivia's braids were crooked or her hair tie was falling out or her leotard was on backwards.
He didn't like being bad at things, particularly when being bad meant all the other moms gave him pitying looks and sweet smiles and told him how wonderful it was that he was trying so hard.
(He told Harry and Kitty about this, once - Kitty laughed over her rosé and told him it wasn't just pity.)
They were out in force today, the mothers, all dolled up for thier afternoon mother-daughter dates - and, here he was, in cashmere and khakis, feeling out of place. (And again, the smiles - god save him from the smiles.)
They'd gone to lunch, beforehand, at thier favorite Italian restaurant. Olivia had played at being very grown-up, and had asked for a candle because, she said, very seriously, that 'they were on a date.' The hostess had taken them very seriously and had not only brought the candle but tirumisu for dessert. Dick remembered wiping whipped cream off Emily's nose and tried not to cry.
She was always going to have options. They'd decided that early. She was going to have dolls and trucks and dinosaurs and wear whatever colors she wanted and they would sign her up for soccer and for dance and she could keep whichever one she liked better. And Olivia just kept loving everything. Just like your mom, Dick would think to himself.
"Do you remember what your teacher said about best behavior today?" Dick asked, the flowers in his lap crinkling in their plastic.
Olivia nodded. "She said we should be really quiet, and we shouldn't clap until the very end, when the music ends. And she can't wave to us, but she can meet us afterwards. And we have to sit still through the whole thing, even though she has a solo."
Dick nodded. "You did a very good job of listening to Miss Joan."
Olivia preened, pleased to be good at following rules. (If anyone doubts you're my kid, there it is.) The lights dimmed, and a voice from above reminded everyone to take their seats, and Olivia bounced a few times in her chair before Dick laid a hand on her arm and reminded her that ballerinas were always very good at being still.
Kitty had helped him find the studio - one of the other teachers at her school had a roommate who worked there and had the fives and sixes classes, and was said to be really good. A real ballerina, Olivia had said, on the first day of class, practically skipping out of the studio. "We got to see pictures of her in her tutu and everything!"
A real ballerina, indeed - attached to the local company, teaching classes on the side to make a little extra cash, and more than happy to provide a little outing for her students when it came time for the annual fundraising performance. She was kind like that, Miss Joan. As teachers went he counted himself lucky that Olivia had a nice role model to put up alongside Annie and Kitty and Emily's sisters - women who went out and did things, like Emily did.
The lights went down, and the six year olds quieted, and the music started, and Dick took a deep breath and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. The whole performance was a series of vignettes from different dancers - an ensemble piece from Coppelia, a more modern thing in blacks and blues and moody lighting - and Miss Joan's solo, of course.
Ballet, where the women were always princesses and the dresses always sparkled - at least in the version you gave to six year olds, usually just The Nutcracker and maybe Swan Lake, if you didn't actually tell them the whole story. What is Miss Joan dancing today? Juliet, was the reply. She's from a play by Shakespin - Shookspea - Shakespeare. She has a really pretty blue dress, but she's not a princess so she doesn't get a tiara.
Listen, the tiara was important stuff, when you were six.
But then the music started, and she came out onstage, and he was…overcome.
There wasn't anything particularly sexy about how one showed up to ballet class - just black leotards and leg warmers and slip-on shoes, and a smile that wouldn't quit. But to see her onstage in glitter and gossamer, capering and smiling like a girl at her first party, shy and unaware of her own charm was…something else. And it wasn't just…the line of her leg, or the length of her back, but…something else, something just out of reach. Where's Romeo, Dick wondered. Can we hold him offstage so Juliet never dies?
But then the music ended, and the dream did too, and Dick found himself clapping as loudly as the rest of them, the flowers in his lap falling to the floor. (He remembered where he was, and picked them up again - Miss Joan didn't deserve crushed flowers.)
The girls were a giggling, electric mess after the performance, romping around the lobby trying to do pirouettes they'd never been taught to do and humming along nonsensically to music they couldn't quite remember. Dick stood back from the group of moms and scrolled through his phone, glancing up every now and again to make sure no one had started to climb a chandelier.
The dancing gave way to a circle, which gave way to a game of Red Rover, and finally - finally! the woman of the hour appeared, and the children flocked to her like magnets, bouncing and shouting and all talking at once. Dick hung back, waiting until everyone else had had a turn before calling his daughter's name so she could come and stand by him.
"Did you forget something?" Dick asked, gesturing with the flowers. Olivia clapped her hands and grabbed the bouquet, presenting it to Miss Joan with a flourish.
"Oh, thank you, Olivia. These are lovely."
"Daddy helped me pick them out. He said girls always like roses."
Dick felt himself blush, never wanting to be outside a conversation more - or away from someone's gaze. "Well, he's not wrong," Joan said with a smile that was clearly meant for the both of them. "Thank you for bringing her. I'm sure Saturdays are very busy."
"We went on a date!" Olivia announced proudly.
"Were you going to tell Miss Joan something else?" Dick asked pointedly, feeling himself blush again under the mortifying idea that it had been three years since he'd been on anything resembling a date. Olivia looked at him like he'd asked her to speak in Greek. He mouthed "her dress" in a stage whisper until she realized what he meant.
"I think your dress is really pretty!"
Her smile could have lit up the stage. "I think your dress is really pretty, too, Olivia," she said. "We should take a picture, and your dad can send it to me."
He took several, Joan striking a pose that Olivia could copy, his daughter positively radiant with delight. "Please do send them," she said, reviewing them on his phone. "Let me give you my number."
Her number! You sly dog! He could almost hear Lewis crowing somewhere. Focus, Dick. Focus. She's Olivia's teacher. I'm sure there's something unethical here.
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The cutest (no longer secret): HIKARU??
The title should give it away on whose the ler
Warning: Tickling
Very short fic for no reason
On the last episode you left for the States for an emergency, missing Hikaru's birthday. Now you ended up missing Queendom because of a mental health related issue. Bad thing was, you had to recover in your hometown meaning you couldn't see them. It was a heart shattering face time at 3AM to reveal you had to take care of your health as a short hiatus. The members were acting fine, trying to be supportive. Lifting up their heads in smiles and not show an ounce of emotion so you wouldn't cry. But it was soon too late when you heard sniffles from Yeseo. Then they had to immediately shut it off before you could get a sad thought in. Two months of despair and you got a call from the CEO, just checking in on you since the kep1er comeback was coming soon. Good news was that you were coming back just in time for them to comeback and start filming their new music video. Bad news? You had to learn the dance in two days. Which was okay, you could conquer the impossible.
Y/n: I'm home! Shit...oh shit...
You realized with a long flight and you practicing the dance to Up in an airplane bathroom that you didn't notify the members about returning to Korea. Of course it never bothered you, only that you weren't coming home with open arms or open fingers meant for tickling. But regardless you were sure that no matter what they couldn't make it because they're so busy. You took off your shoes and quietly set them behind Dayeon's shoes. You tip toed into your room and turned on the lights, but dimed them to the lowest setting so it wasn't too bright. Everything you did was out of quietness, showering, unpacking, grabbing a quick dessert from Hikaru's secret stash. Speaking of Hikaru...look who arrives when you open the door abruptly.
Y/n: Hikaru... Hikaru....
Hikaru: No ones here they all went to practice. Which means...
Well what a waste of the precious time you spent doing every activity ten times slower. Hikaru hugs you, which turns into a slow but softer approach to pin you down. Hikaru is reaching her ler arc now, the time she's been waiting for since she first had her hands to your sides. But it's odd, you being the same height as Xiaoting being pinned by a shortie who was Hikaru?? First of all, why was she wanting to tickle you this late?? And without her partner in crime Yeseo?? All the mixed emotions while Hikaru is happily smiling on top of you.
Hikaru: Just a little thank you for the birthday surprise.
Y/n: A simple thank you would go a long way. Besides, if you tickle me you know you'll get trampled with your small height right?
Hikaru: Aha...that's why I asked Dayeon for pointers.
Y/n: WAIT NO NOAHHAHHAHAHHAHA
She goes out for blood aka your neck. Giving it lots of small kisses while digging her four fingers in your armpits. Your arms bend and scrunch by your shoulders as you giggle at the light kisses Hikaru was giving. Every turn away from your neck to avoid them made another free spot of your neck which is ready to kiss. Then she was kissing all over your face while giving you the best tummy squeezes ever. Such squeaky happy laughter putting Hikaru into shambles because she misses those times. But you can tell she learned a bit from Dayeon because she always gives you loads of kisses to distract the tummy tickles she gives out.
Hikaru: Why did you think it's a good idea to not tell the members you were arriving?
Y/n: Sorry...the song to Up is so catchy. Please forgive me...
Hikaru: I'll forgive you after some raspberries.
Damn you didn't even have time to freak out before Hikaru lifted your shirt and gave you a surprise raspberry. Not gonna lie, coming from a girl who's a lee ninety percent of the time you saw that she's extremely good at raspberries. Then at the second raspberry you lost her balance and she fell off your lap. You felt bad as she accidentally hit her head on the leg of the desk. You rubbed her head but she said her head was okay and continued to tickle your sides. You both were having fun and being careless in the middle of the dark night until the rest of the girls came. They peeped in to see why there was familiar laughter and Hikaru pretending to be a tickle monster.
Hikaru: My tickle claw will get you!!
Y/n: HAHAH NO NO...oh...you're home....
They couldn't be mad at the sight of Hikaru being a ler had to be the cutest thing they've seen all day. You would think the sight of the cutest lees would make them devour at the both of them. But no. They knew Hikaru needed her little revenge on you so they slowly closed the door, letting Hikaru give you multiple raspberries.
What a...warm welcome...
(but it's okay in the morning they ended up attacking you with kisses)
#I'll write more i just spaced out on this one#for besti anon#i apologize if this is hella short#again I'm still sick#but I'm getting better#so that's good#kpop tickle#kep1er#besti anon
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Since I’m going to be a part time writer (lol) why don’t I make a story now instead of tomorrow? I’m restless currently. Let’s start with the basics, shall we?
꧂Ελευθερία, (Aeonian) Kingdom of expression and dance ꧁
Aeonian has many different kinds of terrain, ranging from breathtakingly beautiful grassy fields to dry, sweltering hot desserts. The monarchy that presided over Aeonian usually consists of only one leading royal, they are the ones who take care of the economy. As Aeonian has been plunged into countless wars, they have learned to adapt to violence, which is why outsiders know the kingdom as ‘Bloody rose’. Many people from many different cultures come to appreciate the beauty of Aeonian, and many more come to stay. But there are rules and regulations that must be followed, les you find yourself in a world of trouble.
Laws
Listen to the winds song, and the smell of autumn leaves and 𝑟𝑢𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑚 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑚, a delicacy in Aeonian. Soldiers March to the gates of the Black pearl, preparing for a court session. The gods are watching over the land, and with their guidance justice will be executed. A felon is sitting in a high chair in front of the 𝑑𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑛𝑎, awaiting trail. Suddenly, the wind is cold and harsh, racing past your ears as if it were trying to escape a horrible fate. A woman, dressed in gold and auburn attire, stands in the 𝑑𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑛𝑎 staring directly at the defendant. You stare as well. Before you realize it, the trial is over and the man is being hauled off, into a dark, dark corner of the court room. Soon, the woman lets out a breath and stands, she makes her way to leave, but not before sending a glance in your way. You freeze. She’s beautiful, but-
Soon, nightfall is here. The City of lanterns soon glows a beautiful amber, the lights smile at the ground and a smile is given in return. You look around yourself, a variety of smells flow into your nostrils, fruits and vegetables and meat and sweet treats of all colors make your mouth water, the comforting sound of the townspeople chatting away sets a smile on your face as you walk down the street, humming quietly. 𝐴𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 and 𝑏𝑢𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑧 of all colors crawl and float across the city, croaking with delight at all the crumbs they seem to be finding. Here, the sky is clear and calm, no conflicts to see, and the background sounds are quiet and peaceful, no grudges to be held..Beautiful, isn’t it? Unity. Serenity. It almost puts you to sleep. You have to get to your home first for that. For now though, you can just stay here and enjoy the festivities.
Capitol
The capitol of Aeonian is a city called Serenity, a peaceful and relatively quiet place. When visiting, you will find it has a variety of flowers, trees, plants, soil, etc. It is a city of nature in all of it’s glory. It’s crimson déntro drákou petals dance in the wind like the dancers at the Ghost Hand Theater, who make a living off of gracefully swirling and spinning around the mahogany stage. At night, silver full moon lanterns are set off into the air in celebration of the new day, and new opportunities. Bring a few friends, and gaze into the navy blue sky of Serenity, city of flowers.
Customs
Customs in Aeonian honestly all depend on your ethnicity/race, so there aren’t a whole lot of dead-set rules, but there are some which should just be common sense to..anyone, really.
1. Never make copies of antiques/relics.
Making copies of antiques/relics is offensive to the original creator, and most everyone in Aeonian believes in the spirits of the deceased. There aren’t any legal repercussions for making copies, but if you start to notice strange things happening around you, do remember that you were warned…
2. Don’t tie your shoes in public
You know when you bend down to tie your shoes and your ass is in the air? Yea, well, in Aeonian that’s offensive. It basically means “kiss me through my asshole” which is..like, rude. So don’t do it. Of course, context also matters in situations like these.
3. Slurs/curse words/physical gestures of offense
…I don’t need to explain this one.
4. Slave trade
Slaves are not permitted in Aeonian under any circumstances. If you are caught with a slave or if you are caught trying to trade a slave for something/trying to trade something for a slave, it is immediate jail time. There won’t even be a trial, just straight to jail.
5. Murder
The act of taking another life is unforgivable. You will be taken straight to jail.
6. Exploitation of another person
Any kind of exploitation to another individual is, once again, unforgivable. You will not have a trial for this.
Language
The official language of Aeonian is ⎐⏃⏁⋏-☍⎍⋏⋏⎍⌇⏁⏃
A= ⏃
B= ⏚
C= ☊
D=⎅
E=⟒
F=⎎
G=☌
H=⊑
I=⟊
J=⟟
K=☍
L=⌰
M=⋔
N=⋏
O=⍜
P=⌿
Q=⍾
R=⍀
S=⌇
T=⏁
U=⎍
V=⎐
W=⍙
X=⌖
Y=⊬
Z=⋉
Masc= ꏝ
Fem= ꐟ
Basically, you just put sounds together to make words. Like ⌇⏃⍾ (saw-quh) means door and ⏁☍⌰ (tuh-kull) means hair. It’s hard to understand if you are not a native speaker.
Yeah, that’s it. Constructive criticism? Thoughts? I feel as if my writing skills need to be brushed up a bit. (●ε●)ゝᶜⁱᵃᵒ
#original character#oc#original art#fantasy#writers and poets#music#art#traditional art#travel#outdoors#landscape#tiktok#yona of the dawn#son hak#akatsuki no yona#drawing tips#writing tips#ryokuryuu jaeha#ouryuu zeno#hakuryuu kija#shin ah
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Turn Your Special Day Into One To Remember With These Great Tips
What is the ideal wedding? It is a unique as the couple is that makes up the marriage! No doubt, there are many decisions to make. You may be overwhelmed by the suggestions available for the perfect day. Be realistic and reasonable, just like you would for any other major decision. Make this a day that is fondly remembered. To help you, read the following article for some ideas on how to do just that!
Religion is an important element of your wedding and married life. Talking to your partner about his or her religion is important, but talking to the in-laws about their religion is essential, as well.
After everyone has finished their meals, you can serve a dessert tray at the wedding. cancun wedding photographer is usually the tradition as you can present a wonderful array of pastries, chocolates and candy for kids to end the night with a bang. This is a great way to send people off.
Make sure that everyone in your wedding party knows how they're getting to the wedding site and back home from your wedding! This is especially important if you're going to be serving alcohol, and essential if it's an open bar. If you're worried about anyone getting too inebriated, offer free cab rides to anyone who doesn't bring a car, or drive them home in your limo.
When planning the theme for your wedding, take into consideration the types of people who are going to be attending. Everything should be appropriate as you should understand that there are probably going to be elders at your wedding. Catering to everyone's interests is the best way to get great results.
Choose your reception venue with the guests in mind. If your family is mostly elderly then you aren't likely to choose a location with a lot of stairs, or a big dance floor. If you have anyone in your family who is handicapped then you should ensure that the venue knows they're coming and will make everything accessible to them.
Photographs that couples won't think of can make their wedding album special. If you're doing the photography, make sure to take photos of all the small things, including the rings, bouquet, invitations, program, tables, cake, food, menu, and lots of candids of the guests arriving. You can find more ideas in wedding magazines as their photography will be top notch.
Understand that the wedding ceremony is the most important part of the day and that the reception is just the celebration of this ceremony. Put a lot of thought into the readings that will be done at your wedding and where you would like to have your reception. This will optimize your overall experience.
If you are planning a tropical destination wedding or honeymoon on the beach, opt for inexpensive sandals with a thin rattan or jelly sole. These shoes can be easily embellished to match your bridal gown or beach attire by adding on ribbons, vintage brooches, silk or fresh flowers, or even clusters of crystals.
If you really want to have speeches at your wedding, keep them short. There is an award ceremony that limits speeches to four words, which would be a cute rule to have at your reception, but maybe too limiting. One suggestion is limiting them to just a few sentences, therefore no one gets bored and a large amount of time is not put into speeches.
If you are getting married, and you do not know how to dance, you may want to consider taking dance lessons. All eyes are going to be on you during the reception, especially during the first dance, and you want to make sure that you leave a good impression on your guests.
Consider purchasing wedding insurance. If you are spending a lot of money on a wedding, then wedding insurance can protect your investment if any problems arise. For example, a supplier going bust or a wedding cancellation due to the bride or groom being ill or injured on the big day.
Hopefully, the ideas in the article above with help you with some of the many decisions you have to make. Remember to be realistic and reasonable. Do not let the pressure from others cause you to be overwhelmed. Apply the suggestions that fit your circumstances. Make this a day to remember with fondness. Congratulations!
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FIRST DANCE. [m. ackerman]
warnings: mentions of robbery, blood, battles, swords, reader feels uncomfy around men and lmk if i missed anything.
w.count: 1.1k
notes: this is for the spring collab event and took me so fkng long. i had no ideas for this until i listened to classical ball playlists and forced myself to write T-T anyways enjoy! listen to the howl’s castle theme song while reading hehe
moving bodies, flowing floral gowns and soft pits and pats of shoes clad feet play out in front of you as you stand in the grand ballroom of the queen’s palace. you watch as long and skilled fingers dance their way across piano keys and the sweet smell of raspberry and custard fill your senses as a royal maid flows past you with a tray of desserts. its romance in its own way, how every person moves in the walt with precise and calculated steps, women smiling and giggling at presumably their partner’s jests and warm hands around each other.
dancing is a romance in its own ways and you wish to be romantic tonight.
a little distance away, across the room, stands the bearer of the calm, black eyes you wish to be enveloped in. of course, who wouldn’t want to? she is the pride of the island. you had only heard the tell tales of her strength in battles in the past, but now that you’ve put a real face to those images in your mind, you’re not sure you can simply continue to fantasize about her. with strong arms and a hard face, mikasa ackerman stands tall and proud in the same ballroom as you.
you’ve had your eyes on her all night, feeling trapped by the charisma she oozes in every room she steps in. from her jet black hair to the wine colored suit she adorns along with the bolo tie resting right on her collarbones. she looks like every bit of nobility.
there’s always a flock surrounding her, soldiers trying to get the secret of her strength out of her or high noble men and women wishing to spend their nights tangled with her in their sheets. your eyes tear away from her, although begrudgingly, as a man approaches and plants himself by your side. an urge to sigh and roll your eyes sits in your mind at simply the presence of him. not again. he eyes you up and down shamelessly, a crooked smile forming on his lips. “what is a lovely lady like yourself doing here alone?”
your lips force a smile out, “planning to heist the queen’s jewels.” you watch with tight lips as the man in front of you throws his head back and laughs. it's an unpleasant sound. “a fiery one, are you? your ladyship would look better on the dance floor instead. would you..” your ears happily tune out that unpleasant voice, only to be filled with the loud drumming of your heart — as you watch a certain figure in wine colored cloth walk towards you. the man’s eyes widen as mikasa plants herself between you two and fixes himself with a glare that has him hastily curtsy and scramble away.
precipitation forms on your neck and gloved hands go clammy as she turns towards you. “you looked uncomfortable around him. are you alright?” you wish to answer, to open your mouth and give her your thanks, but all thoughts are lost when your eyes meet and her scent wafts your senses. a meek “yes, thank you,” leaves you. mikasa gives a faint nod but doesn’t make any moves to leave your side, instead only shifts closer to you. you both spend a few minutes in awkward silence, not knowing what to converse about.
“would your grace care to dance?”
mikasa hates dancing. why would she abuse her energy by spinning around in circles instead of investing it in something more useful? nothing comes out of it in any case. her eyes meet your expecting ones. i do not dance, she wants to reply. “alright,” is what her mouth forms instead. your eyes lit up with glee and lips break out in a soft smile. you were almost sure mikasa would decline and you would leave this room without a single dance.
gloved hands come forward to take your own and your relish in the feeling of slipping your fingers through her own, briefly wondering how they would feel without the cloth on. said hands come to rest on your waist — hands that have held sharp swords and tainted with the blood of her enemies, now hold you with a gentleness that makes you wonder if you’re made of glass. you feel the fabric on her shoulders and again you wonder how they would feel without the barriers.
everything comes back to life as your feet move to join the waltz. your eyes meet everything else in the room but hers and yet your mind can’t think of anything else but her. it’s strange how a woman you hadn’t even met before today, makes you feel this way. “why is your grace all bashful now? you weren’t this shy when you were making eyes at me from across the room before.” your mind goes hazy again as her voice dips down, only for your ears to hear. a low chuckle falls from her lips and she spins you.
“what about you? why did your grace decide to grant me a dance? as far as i know, you haven't danced with anyone else tonight.”
mikasa isn’t sure what came of her. dancing around with a noble woman in her arms. but as you tighten your hold on her and inched closer, she knows nothing anymore of her status, or anything else in this room for that matter — only you. it’s not that she’s never been with a woman before, or had a woman blushing for her. but, mikasa has never been with you before. and maybe that’s the reason she’s feeling this way. at least that’s what she keeps telling herself.
“it appears that there’s a heist to be carried out here in the palace soon.” her velvety voice meets your ears in a symphony again, but it’s her words that have your smile broadening and chest filling with mirth. you spot the ghost of her smile on mikasa’s own face. “really now? is your grace planning to arrest the culprit?”
“of course. I am a loyal protector of the crown, after all. i bet the culprit is here somewhere in this very room. my informers have reported that she is a quiet troublesome woman who hides behind rosy cheeks and a delight for dancing.” with years of being in the military and planning battles that brought her sense of perception, mikasa hadn’t missed the wishful way you were staring at the waltzing couples in.
here you are, pressed chest to chest with a woman you had only dreamt of before. arms around each other, sweet smiles plastered on your faces — you’re now a part of the scene you had longed to be in earlier in the night. and mikasa had walked into the ballroom with a distaste for dancing, but she isn’t sure if she’d be leaving the ballroom with it.
#Mikasa Ackerman#mikasa x reader#attack on titan mikasa#snk mikasa#shingeki no kyojin#mikasa#mikasa headcanons#snk x reader#aot x reader#aot fanfiction#AOT headcanons#mikasa aot#aot drabbles#howl's moving castle#theme song#aot final season#mikasa angst#mikasa fluff#aot fluff#aot drabble#aot imagines#springsolsticeevent#collab event#aot collab#levi aot#aot girls
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